je me eftime beureux que je fuis tombé entre les mains d'un Chevalier, je penfe, le plus brave, valiant, & tres eftimé Segnieur d'Angleterre. Pift. Expound unto me, boy. Boy. He gives you upon his knees a thousand thanks, and efteems himself happy, that he hath fall'n into the hands of one as he thinks the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy Signieur of England. Pift. As I fuck blood, I will fome mercy fhew. Follow me, cur. Boy. Suivez le grand capitain. [Ex. Pift. and Fr. Sol. I did never know fo full a voice iffue from fo empty a heart; but the fong is true, The empty vessel makes the greatest found. Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valour than this roaring devil i' th' old play; every one may pare his mails with a wooden dagger: yet they are both hang'd, and fo would this be if he durft fteal any thing advent'rously: I muft stay with the lacqueys with the luggage of our camp ; the French might have a good prey of us if he knew of it, for there is none to guard it but boys. [Exit. SCENE X. Another part of the Field of Battle. Enter Conftable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin and Rambures. Con. O Diable! Orl. O Segnieur! le jour eft perdu, tout eft perdu. Dau. Mort de ma vie, all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. O mefcbante fortune! do not run away. Con. Why, all our ranks are broke. [A fhort alarm. Dau. O perdurable shame, let's ftab our felves: Con, Dilorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Let Let us on heaps go offer up our lives. Orl. We are enow yet living in the field To fmother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon. Bour. The devil take order now, I'll to the throng ; Let life be short, elfe fhame will be too long. SCENE XI. [Exeunt Alarum. Enter the King and bis Train, with Prifoners, K. Henry. Well have we done, thrice valiant country-men, But all's not done, the French yet keep the field. Exe. The Duke of York commends him to your Majefty. Exe. In which array, brave foldier! doth he lye Suffolk first dy'd, and York all haggled over Upon thefe words I came and cheer'd him up; The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me, which I would have ftop'd, But all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. K. Henry, A! K. Henry. I blame you not; For hearing this I muft perforce compound With mistful eyes, or they will iffue too. But hark, what new alarum is this fame? The French have re-inforc'd their scatter'd men: Give the word through. SCENE XII. [Alarum. [Exeunt: Alarms continued; after which enter Fluellen and Gower. Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage! 'tis exprefly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be defired in your confcience now, is it not? Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rafcals that run away from the battel ha' done this flaughter: befides, they have burn'd or carried away all that was in the King's tent; wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd ev'ry foldier to cut his prifoner's throat. O tis a gallant King! Flu. I, he was porn as Monmouth, captain Gower; what call you the town's name where Alexander the pig was porn? Gov. Alexander the Great. Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? the pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, fave the phrase is a little variations. Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in Macedon, his father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take it. Flu. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn: I tell you, captain, if you look in the maps of the orld, I warrant that you fall find in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the fituations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon, there is alfo a river at Monmouth it is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but it is all one, tis as like as my fingers to my fingers, and there is Salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, Got knows and you know, in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations and alfo being a little intoxicates in his prains, prains, did in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his peft friend Clytus. Gow. Our King is not like him in that, he never kill'd any of his friends. Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and finished. I Speak but in figures and comparisons of it; as Alexander kill'd his friend Clytus being in his ales and his cups; fo alfo Harry Monmouth being in his right wits and his good judgments, turn'd away the fat Knight with the great pellydoublet; he was full of jefts and gypes, and knaveries, and mocks: I have forgot his name. Gow. Sir John Falstaff. Flu. That is he: I tell you there is goot men porn at Monmouth. Gow. Here comes his Majesty. SCENE XIII. Alarum. Enter King Henry with Bourbon and others prifoners, Lords and Attendants. Flourish. If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Befides, we'll cut the throats of those we have, Enter Mountjoy. Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my Liege. That I have fin'd thefe bones of mine for ranfom? Mount. No, great King: I come to thee for charitable licence That we may wander o'er this bloody field, To To book our dead, and then to bury them: Of their dead bodies. K. Henry. I tell thee truly, herald, I know not if the day be ours or no ; For yet a many of your horfemen peer And gallop o'er the field. Mount. The day is yours. K. Henry. Praifed be God and not our strength for it! What is this caftle call'd that ftands hard by? Mount. They call it Agincourt. K. Henry. Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crifpin Crifpianus. Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't pleafe your Majefty, and your great uncle Edward the plack Prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a moft prave pattle here in France. K. Henry. They did, Fluellen. Flu. Your Majefty fays very true: if your Majefties is remember'd of it, the Welshmen did good fervice in a gara den where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps, which your Majefty knows to this hour is an ho nourable padge of the fervice; and I do believe your Ma jefty takes no fcorn to wear the leek upon St. Tavie's day. K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Majefty's Weifh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got plefs and preferve it as long as it pleases his Grace and his Majefty too! K. Henry. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Chefbu, I am your Majefty's countryman, I care VOL. V. X not |